Yanzhu’s gait was unsteady, her face a mask of exhaustion. Having run out of magical power to sustain her flight, she plummeted from the sky like a kite with a severed string, fragile and helpless.
She didn't even want to touch her own chest; it felt hollow. Her heart meridians were shattered, and her very foundation shaken.
Yaojiu leapt out, his form swelling to many times its size. His nine white tails rippled in sequence, their soft fur catching Yanzhu as she descended. Yaojiu landed slowly and pressed himself to the ground, turning his head to look at her, his eyes filled with fear and concern.
Chapter 126